Finish Line

Mason

We closed in on the last stretch of track. I didn’t look in my mirrors to see where the rest of the cars were. It didn’t matter. The finish line had emerged at the end of the street, a good mile or so away, and I focused all of my attention on pulling away and taking the lead.

I couldn’t pass on either side of them. Sid and Mark were driving beside each other with just enough space between them for me to move through. They were baiting me. I knew it. I knew it, and I didn’t give a damn. If they were going to force me to make this move, then fuck it. I’d do it. I had to try. And I was running out of pavement.

I floored it and took the space between them.

They both turned inward and boxed me in. Sid slammed into my left side and Mark into my right. I owed Tobias a hell of a lot more money than twenty grand now. I clenched my jaw and fought the steering wheel to maintain control as they steered me with their cars, overpowering me.